Dear Mr. Davenport, As per your email request I am responding using your online reporting form. I went to high school in a small southern Nevada town. Certainly strange things happen in Nevada as they do elsewhere but with Nevada being home to area 51 and a history of nuclear programs and black projects it's notoriety for strange happenings puts it at the forefront. Small communities generally have little to do for kids except school sports for those interested in them and cruising up and down the streets in their cars. To afford the expense of having cars we had jobs at various businesses providing cheap labor for the owners. It also would supposedly keep us out of trouble. For the most part we stayed out of trouble but, we were teenagers after all. My friend and I played sports and each of of had jobs at gas stations at opposite ends of town. Back then they were called service stations since we actually washed the windows, checked the oil and filled the gas tank.

One school night in 1973 or 1974, I don't recall exactly, we planned to meet after work at the stationed I worked at and do a little cruising and drink a few beers from the six pack we had. My friend closed the station he worked at a few minutes before 9:00 and came to the station I worked at which was open 24 hours a day. We got into my car and drove north out of town. We both opened our first beer and listen to the radio and talked. It was a nice night in late summer and we had the windows down. I had been driving around 35 miles an hour for about 20 minutes or so and noticed the road in front of us appeared white. As I drove into the white area of highway I saw it was snow and I stepped on the brake and slid off the road. Fortunately I had slowed down even more so I wasn't off the road much. I turned back on the highway and headed south towards town again. I pulled off to the roadside and stopped just past the snow line on the road and turned the car off. We got out of the car and went to where it was snowing. What was interesting was the snow was creating a slow moving line on the pavement. It was like a wall of snow and we could step into the snowy area and step out. We made a few snow balls and threw them at each other to have a little fun since snow was uncommon to see in our area. I noticed the snow had reached my car and I figured I should move it forward some since the windows were still down. I pulled it forward on the side of the road about 30 feet and turned it off again. We had both finished our first beer and my friend had walked to the car. We both decided to take a leak before heading back to town. It was about 20 minutes before 10:00. We both had 11:00 curfews so we had plenty of time to get back to town with time to spare. It was dark out and quiet. As we stood there we looked up and saw a series of lights. It appeared as though they were on something circular shaped and slowly rotating since one would go out on one side while one would appear on the other. It didn't seem to be moving other than it's rotation. Whatever it was, it was huge. We were both really frightened and quickly went towards the car. That's where our memories end for a period. The next recollection we have is almost like coming out of a sleep. I'm driving and in front us us are the lights of town. I asked my friend what time it was and turned on the dome light so he could see his watch. It was almost 11:30. I took him back to his car quickly and dropped him off. We both hurried to our homes since it was beyond our curfews. The next day at school when we saw each other my friend asked, "What the hell happened last night." I responded, "I have no idea but it was something weird." He said, "Do you think we should tell someone?" I said, "If we do they'll think we're crazy." We left it at that and over the years when we have spoken the subject has come up but neither of us can recall what happened during the lost time. It's always bothered me that I can't recall the events of that night but I always kind of left it on the back burner, until recently. I was having shoulder pain from a torn rotator cuff in my right shoulder and went to see a surgeon to take care of it. He did some x-rays at his office and came to the room for the consultation. He asked if I had been in an accident or had a knife tip possibly broken off in my shoulder. I told him nothing like that had ever happened to me and asked why he would ask such an unusual question. He said the x-ray showed a triangular shaped object medial to the rotator cuff tear but it was not what was causing the problem. He said he couldn't tell if it was metal, glass or plastic. He said it definitely wasn't bone and suggested I get an MRI done. It wasn't the first time I had an MRI done, just the first time for the shoulder. During an MRI you can communicate with the technician. It seemed to be taking much longer than they had told me so I asked if there was a problem. The technician said, "There is something in your shoulder that is distorting the magnetic field and I can't get a clear picture." Before the surgery I asked the surgeon if he was going to remove the object and he said he was not because it wasn't close enough to were he was going to do the rotator cuff repair. I never quite felt the same after surgery. I can't really explain how except I just have never felt the same. Two years later I was still having pain in the same shoulder. I went to a different surgeon and he also sent me for an MRI. During the procedure I asked the technician if he was getting a clear picture and he said there was no problem. I asked him if he had the prior MRI report and he did have it. I asked if he could see the same object that the prior report detailed. He said it was no longer there. So far that is the extent of my story. I would love to find an individual that can conduct regression hypnosis so I can fill in the blanks. If you can be of any help I would truly appreciate it.